O smitten mouth! O forehead crowned with thorn! O Chalice of all common miseries! Thou for our sakes that loved Thee not hast borne An agony of endless centuries, And we were vain and ignorant nor knew That when we stabbed Thy heart it was our own real hearts we slew. O smitten mouth! O forehead crowned with thorn! - O Chalice of all common miseries! Thou for our sakes that loved Thee not hast borne - An agony of endless centuries, And we were vain and ignorant nor knew That when we stabbed Thy heart it was our own real hearts we slew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WASHINGTON'S MONUMENT, FEBRUARY, 1885 by WALT WHITMAN ON THE ENGINE BY NIGHT by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE LAY OF SAINT MEDARD; A LEGEND OF AFRIC by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM FIRST CYCLE OF LOVE POEMS: 5 by GEORGE BARKER FACING AN HOUR-GLASS by ELFRIDA DE RENNE BARROW |